The Ballad of Neal

Now normal's a way I haven't felt in awhile,
They all say they know me, never walking the mile.
On Wednesday you'll find me with Jim for the night,
Always at peace, never wanting to fight.
My best bud calls me from home or from here,
I'm hard pressed to find something left I still fear.
All of the play in Howey 'n' the Hills,
All washed away in my bottle of pills.
And do I do it for the fun or the thrills?
Or do I partake for the thoughts that it kills?
I love so much all these things that I hate,
Can I escape it or is it my fate?

I have my roots in that old peaceful sod,
yet I am now a great golden god.
A worthy brother, and a glorious friend,
I'm living this life 'till its very end.

I live my life by the code of the south,
spreading my art with guitar and mouth.
For what's a man without a code?
A solemn soul along the road.
A road so dark with just one light,
no cars coming, none in sight.
The rules I know are but my own,
for after all my life's on loan.
I take this time for what it is,
enjoying every laugh and kiss.
And when life finds its eternal way,
I'll have no regrets left to say.